name flashing on the screen, his face softened somewhat and he connected the call.

“Hello.”

“Daddy!”

The little lad’s excited voice came loud and clear from the other end.
“Daddy, I just saw mommy on TV!”

This senseless statement made the man frown.

“TV?”

“Eh, eh! From the report on Mila Fashion Week.”

“Mu Yichen, you stupid, it’s Milan Fashion Week and not Mila!”

From a distance, Youyou’s voice could be heard barking seriously at his brother as he corrected his mistake.

“All right! It’s Milan Fashion Week.
Mommy looked so beautiful in her dress! So gorgeous just like a fairy!” the boy gushed excitedly.
However, his voice turned wry without warning in the next instant.
“It’s a pity, though, that I couldn’t see her in person! I could only watch her on TV.”

Mu Yazhe: “…”

Yun Shishi could vaguely make out the boy’s voice but could not catch what he was uttering to his father.
She could only stare at the man’s face, hoping for a clue.

He went on.
“Little fool, why aren’t you in bed yet?”

“Daddy is the stupid one! It’s way past noon over here.”

The boy snorted as the man turned sheepish for a while.

He had actually forgotten that there was a time difference between Milan and the capital.

Since it was about nine at night over on their side, the time should be around two in the afternoon in the capital.

“Daddy, I really miss mommy! When is she coming back?”

The boy sounded weak and downcast, as if he were about to break down in tears.

“I want to listen to mommy’s bedtime stories; I want mommy’s hugs; I want her to kiss me… It’s been awhile since I saw my real mommy in person…”

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